Thursday, January 31, 2013

It has been raining. It has been raining ALOT. I live in Southern California where it does not rain. Seriously, we don't own umbrellas and we don't know how to turn on our windshield wipers.

And it's been coming down.

Check out our candles up there on our patio. Those suckers have more water in them than my water bowl. I don't know why mom wasn't smart enough to bring them in from outside when it started raining, helloo????, but I digress.

The real issue I have with the rain is that I do not like to do my business in it. And sometimes you just gotta do your business. So there I am trying to hold it and pondering the consequences of doing my business inside. (Bad, BAD, idea, by the way. Only had to try that once.) So out I go like the responsible, grown up pupper that I am. And in I come with some very bad hair. Not a good look for me. Geesh.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

We got a break from the rain today so we hit the trail. Or rather, we hid the grove, if you will.

I know you people showing pictures of snow, snow, snow will not believe it, but our citrus trees are blooming away right now.

Mom and I were talking while we were walking and we don't think in all the years we have lived here there have been this many lemons at one time on the trees in the grove.

There were a couple of lemons on the ground so Mom kicked one and I chased it just as I always do something round and yellow. But when I grabbed it this time, I realized that not all balls are created equal. Icky icky sour sour sour. Plus I smelled all sweet and delicious instead of dirty and slimed all over like I do with my tennis balls.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Monday, January 21, 2013

So there I was just minding my business behind the chair. Innocently tucked away so mom could not reach me with my brush. All of a sudden I look over and DANG, there is another dog on the other side of the table doing the same thing as me. And he looks just like me. Could this be my long lost brother?

Well. It started out like any other day at camp. My mom dropped me off, I said hey to my friends at the front desk like I always do, and then I joined my buddies out back.

But, suddenly, this pack of 5 wild cayotes descended on our outdoor play area. They were wild looking, and I did the only thing I could do. I had to protect the other puppies like the super-dog that I am, so I took them on. One by one I took them down. They were aggressive, I was stellar.

And then I woke up from my dream and realized that I had been taken down by a fellow camper. A pupper who just wasn't that in to me.

Go figure.

No harm, no foul, all is well. Other than the divot in my side which is so NOT helping me pick up chicks. Oh, and my mom was a little freaked out. But we're all over that now. Kind of.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Happy Birthday Katie! I hope you get your favorite treats all day and that you get lots of chew toys and new balls for your birthday. I am a really good present opener so call me if you need any help opening anything and I'll come over right away. Love you and hope to see you soon!

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